Luyện nghe bài hát Insurance

Last night took a trip down to the corner
rolling papers, bag of chips, and a granola bar
Cruised the for some chocolate and coconut water
When he in told the counter to open the drawer
Stuck the piece to his teeth as he
"If you know what's good for you, I think that you listen"
But he didn't, was resistant
That's when he flipped the switch and "I guess I'll pick off the store"
He turned around and searched the store frantic eyes
Of course he locked on mine, I was the one inside
on kid, it's time to go for a ride
Flashed his piece and me and said don't you be trying
and blildfolded threw me in the trunk
Stunk of gasoline and cigarette butts
I'm thinking "fuck man, fuck man, this is my luck"
My stomach me this be my last one
Think to myself what the hell I have done
Should run
Yeah I bet it wasn't a gun
Breathing speeding up over 70
on dead meat, don't even believe in heaven, B
Then 20 minutes at least, when screech
Oh please, police, but my hope has gone
Opens the trunk, "get up," he me
Walk a couple paces then me to my knees

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I even try to hurt no one
See it ain't my finger on that
Visualize but I got none
Now I paid my bail but it got bigger
screaming shouldn't try to run
But it just got worse, now I just can't
It's a target on my back
The cops on me, yes I'll never be

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Okay substance in my reefer raps
They getting heard the map
I'm running shit, a lap
Sleeping on me, a nap
But know them dreams me bad
Knowing I'm awake getting that you never had
I'm doing I want so homie I ain't never sad
Do what makes you happy even if it makes them mad
And they gonna talk about you, at least you on their mind
Tell to get off your dick and to get up on that grind
Trying to keep up with me, they just get left behind
Homie I'm the fast forward, you want to press rewind
I them on the chase, knowing that I'm in first place
I keep up with my pace, you should your sneakers laced
We breaking ankles, crossing over, you can find
That gold up on me, homie, saying it's my time
And don't try to fuck with my
a bomb like you trying to take a run through Iran, damn

[Blu &
Damn, been shot
pos be locking up the team and shit is hot
For your home block it's no weed and no more rock
My pockets hurting, you eating, what you got
Driving in circles, make a leaner my watch
I'll speed and fuck at the
I'll keep your watch, I'll steal it
And my Glock's out
caught us by the place where we were surfing
And brought us in cause we ain't have insurance,